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Rick Perry 2012: shut the fuck up

Thursday, December 8th, 2011

Save us from the godlessness that are our public schools and the men and women who serve in the military while being open homosexuals. Save us, Rick Perry!

I think we forgot there are other religions in the United States, Mr. Perry. Does it make you feel comfortable to be around a Muslim praying, sitting on his knees while he recites his prayers? No? Don’t want him to be allowed to openly practice his faith in “our” schools? Then shut the fuck up. Christians praying bothers the shit out of me, and I don’t want the Christian religion mixed into public schools, let alone any religion, unless is it the subject matter being taught.

And not wanting gays being out in the military… why does that bother you? They signed up to possibly die to protect the country you want to lead. A country partially made up of homosexuals, heterosexuals, pansexuals, atheists, deists, protestants, catholics, satanists, wiccans, jews, agnostics, intellectuals, and idiots. All of these types of people volunteer to sign up for the United States military. They are giving their lives to save yours. You need to lay off.

Updated Haddad Ink Photography Website Yaaayyy

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011

Much like a Muppet wildly waving his arms, I get excited when I get to put up new pix for the site. You can check out my latest Musician gallery additions, for the Champaign bands the indie Year of the Bobcat and the metalcore By Any Means, here on the photo site. I happen to enjoy both of these bands very much. YotB was playing at one of CV Lloyde’s free shows and I was asked by the establishment to take some shots of the event, and By Any Means happened to be playing at the same show I was going to see Proximity Fuze.

These are my two favorites from the BAM show.
By Any Means Champaign, Illinois

Year of the Bobcat is freaking adorable:
Year of the Bobcat at CV Lloyde Music Center in Champaign, Illinois

BUY ALL THE THINGS

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

I must be getting better at spotting deals, because I spent a little over what I normally do on weekly groceries and my fridge and pantry and completely stocked up. I even got three 2-Liters of pop!

That needed to be blogged.

Music Scenes, Music Screams, and Why Mes

Thursday, October 27th, 2011

I am going to explain why that person you know in a band gets upset or frustrated that “no one” is seeing their band and attempt to give you a glance into how badly that person needs your support.

photo of Altria by David Kunzman

For the past year and a half I have dedicated myself to an original band that (mostly) plays the kind of music I love, (nu) hard rock: the kind you run to, the kind you scream along to, the kind you drive fast to. I love this shit. It makes my heart race, it pumps me up. It makes me feel good, dare I say a Tony the Tiger grreeat!, that I actually get to sing in a band that is making its own music, and it is my type of music. But something has been troubling me, and I’m not sure how to talk about it without sounding like a whiny brat: people don’t go out to see live, original music unless it’s a national act with which they are already familiar.

To get it out of the way – we don’t suck that much. Yes, we disagree about how awesome or not awesome parts of our songs are, we can always give a better performance, the recording can always be mixed better, but according to the people who have seen us in person and come up to me after the shows, and those I’ve asked to critique our recordings, we’re legit even with the bumps we need to iron out. For chrissakes we’ve been together almost a year, and we already have recordings that don’t sound like they were recorded down the hall? With limited funds, that’s an achievement. While my insecurities run rampant, I am operating under these assumptions:

1. We have a sound going for us
2. We give a decent show
3. We are going to make more music

So please, stick with me if you can. This is how serious I am about it – I wrote this whole shit out on Microsoft Word to make sure I had correct grammar, spelling, and in general, good-looking paragraphs. I am at a point where I am being seethingly angry at people not showing up to our shows after all the advertising, the interested friends, the overall good vibe and buzz I thought we had going. I don’t want to be angry at my friends or anyone who ever said a good word about my band. Every piece of praise and constructive criticism has been absolutely incredible to receive.

Music, like most businesses, relies on word of mouth – its reputation – to be successful. That success can be measured in show attendance, the amount of money it makes, and the praise/attention it receives for the band’s work. With a band being (like) a job, your pay or payoff depends upon how popular you are and your worth to venues depends on how much people want to see you. Here’s where it gets a little rougher.

empty roomIt’s frustrating as a band member because this isn’t just a hobby, this is a part of your being – as significant others of musicians can confirm. Music typically is an emotional thing, and musicians tap into that when they perform. Playing to an empty room after you swore to that room’s owner your band alone would bring fifty people is heartbreaking. With limited funds, advertising in the paper, the radio, and tv can’t happen as often as a “regular” business. Venues don’t do shit to advertise unless you’re a big, big name. So your word of mouth, your entrance to the show? That’s how the band advertises it is worth a damn and its music is something valued.

When a friend tells a band member he intends to see her show, it is assumed that friend will either come by himself or bring a friend or two along. When neither of these situations occur, you are telling that band member “I don’t like you enough to spare 5 bucks and two hours to see you.” You don’t care to support that huge part of that person’s life. Certain situations aside, regardless of how you actually feel, that is what you are telling that person, because not only did you not show to that particular show, you are also implicitly relaying to the bar or club that you don’t want to spend time in their location to see that band, so they don’t need to bring the band back. That means the band has less good reputation, that means the band is less likely to play again, that means that band is less likely to make more money, and that means that band is less likely to feel accepted or appreciated because the venue doesn’t give a shit and you didn’t give a big enough shit to show up. There is a lot riding on each person’s decision to attend besides the momentary self-esteem of the band members.

even taking pictures takes practiceI understand this band thing isn’t quite as revered as being a lawyer, a web designer, or hell even a drugstore employee. But don’t you recommend your lawyer friend if someone is seeking legal advice? If you hear somebody is making a website, don’t you point them in the direction of the designer? Don’t you stop by that CVS to say hi and maybe grab a Reese’s or an Arizona? You are helping them with those little shout outs. Those people are working day in and day out to deliver good product, as are the members of a band. They are practicing on their own to fix a little riff, practicing beyond mundane scales and exercises to maintain their range, and rehearsing in a cramped space jammed full of equipment so that when they take the stage and stand up to the microphone, they know what the fuck they’re doing. They want you to see what the fuck they’re doing, and you deciding sitting on the couch watching tv instead of watching them play the music they wrote and perfected is… I don’t know what it is. It’s weird. It’s just fucking odd to have small returns for so much time investment.

I love that I get to create music, and I love that I get to perform it. I love that my family emotionally supports my alternative life choice. Sometimes, though, the bad outweighs the good, and when it’s a lot of bad, all of this bad stuff is a reminder of how asinine thinking of becoming a respected, appreciated band can be. I don’t want that to take hold. Bad juju, man.

So when I’m talking about my band in a social setting and I’m being negative, I’m mostly upset with the situation at hand. It takes a group of people to create a situation. I want to ask people – to ask you — to help change this situation for the better – if you can afford to, go see a local band playing their own music. I don’t care who you’re seeing, be it my own band or the classic rock/blues/your-favorite-type-here stylings of another band. There are scores of bands that exist in your area of many different genres. You can find the ones you like. In my town, we seem to be one of the few nu hard rockers around. I’ve come across bluegrass, dirty southern rock, blues, jazz, heavy metal, jazz metal, punk, rockabilly, atmospheric, progressive, ska, and folk in my eight years in this town. That’s just the rock n roll spectrum!

There is something out there for you, you just have to find it. With the advent of the internet, you can find SO much on Facebook, Reverbnation, Youtube, even Bandcamp allows you to search keywords to find music near you. The bands are making it as easy as they can for you to sample their music. Hear about a show on the radio or see a flier in the coffee shop? Check out the band online. You might like what you hear.

So, to go with the old refrain: support local music. They need you more than you realize.

Apologies for any repetitiveness: I’m very tired and practice makes perfect.

CH-CH-CH-CHANGES

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

While I’m out and about, putting around on the bike, studying for the certification test, or in robot mode at work, I’ll start thinking about something that I want to post about. Subjects include my current joint issues with the impending cold weather, how I now eat less beige food due to the gluten-free diet, what I plan on doing with photo stuff, my motorcycle, where Altria is planning to get to next, etc. I even think out my paragraphs, what each will be about, and how I will go about interjecting lulz in my srs business. Then I go home to either 00J and/or fuzzy kitties and I immediately stop thinking about anything vexing.

fuzzy zzzs fuzzy eees

SOMETIMES IT IS ANNOYING TBH. Does this mean I’m old now? Either that or I’m addicted to reddit.

I’d really like www.haddadinkphotography.com to launch this week. I THINK IT’S HAPPENIN.

how is blog formed?

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

Wait, I have a blog? WHAT IS THIS?

Lots of shit has been going down in these parts:

  • My band has been playing shows and recording an EP that still needs a final mixing.
  • I made the cover art, too. I am the bat.
  • My photography website will be moved to haddadinkphotography.com in a few days.
  • The BJB has designed my website and we’re waiting on my graphic designer’s final logo to throw up there.
  • I gave my cat a haircut.
  • I am ever closer to finishing my personal training certification. Need a program tailored to you? I can do that.
  • I just got a painting commission from a musician and am thoroughly excited.
  • Over 1000 miles have been put on my motorcycle since I got it. I learned how to change its chain and sprockets as well as attach the gear shift and adjust the rear brake. Cuz I’m fly. Ilu Riding Illini.
  • PICKUPTRUCKWOOOO

The summer has mostly been about the band, the website, the photos, and the studying. All parts have taken over my life at different time periods. Today’s email exchange with my web designer is probably one of my favoritest.

using the right soap is crucial

This bot has been bothering me for a couple months

Thursday, June 2nd, 2011

(10:43:20 PM) crazy4bamboo3: hey
(10:43:30 PM) KGB1: ?
(10:44:45 PM) crazy4bamboo3: weIl heIIo there wasn’t sure if you were there or not gIad you are though i was so bored
(10:44:56 PM) crazy4bamboo3: 25.f here a.s.l??
(10:45:20 PM) KGB1: oooh i always think you’re one of my friends with a similar sn, but you’re not
(10:45:31 PM) crazy4bamboo3: oh cool i just got home a Iittle bit ago and i’m about to get to work on here whatchu up to???
(10:45:47 PM) KGB1: oh cool
(10:45:58 PM) crazy4bamboo3: ah weIl i started werkin on here whiIe i’m in school doing these sexi shows it’s reaIIy fun and i Iike meeting new people
(10:46:08 PM) KGB1: botbotbot
(10:46:09 PM) crazy4bamboo3: u can cumm join me for a Iittle bit if you wanted i actuaIIy have a pass or two Ieft i think its not one of those ones you have to pay for would you want to?
(10:46:20 PM) KGB1: botbotbot
(10:46:31 PM) crazy4bamboo3: ok i just need you to give me a reaIIIIy great rating cuz that’s how i get these passes but i’lli WlLL earn it don’t you worry about that ;-)
(10:46:38 PM) KGB1: botbotbot
(10:46:42 PM) crazy4bamboo3: k just use this Iink and you can cumm play with me it’s http://access.im/1/myprivatecam and aII u need to do is hit the buttonverify button so you can make a username see it?
(10:46:54 PM) KGB1: bot
(10:47:06 PM) crazy4bamboo3: kk they do make you prove your age with a cc but everyone has to do it it’s some stupid IegaI thing buutt as long as you used my link it’II be free and it even says it right on top
(10:47:13 PM) KGB1: beepboop?
(10:47:18 PM) crazy4bamboo3: it sucks that they do it but i can get in a lot of troubIe if not so we have to =/ but i wiII make up for it i promise
(10:47:28 PM) KGB1: beepbopper?
(10:47:41 PM) crazy4bamboo3: let me know if u need any help or anything sweetie i can’t wait to get this partyy started

This crazy bamboo lovin bot has been iming me for several months trying to get me to click on things. I tried to speaka its language. i dont’ think it worked.

Perception

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

This picture is how I think I look in the morning: cute, fuzzy-brained, and adorably sleepy.

This picture is how I probably actually look: frazzled, dehydrated, and ready to grump at anyone that attempts speaking to me.

My comment on recent weather

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011

the weather map for February 1, 2011

“Weeeeeeeeeee.”

Mural Completed

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

Finny the Doo is completed! All fourteen feet of it. This mural totally brought me back to the painting vibe. Next up is a portrait drawing. Here’s hoping I still got the touch with charcoal!

I have my cheerleaders at my side… er, back. They got my back.

with the cats